Aly's POV
"Do you...have any...sevens?" Damien asks, about to fall out on the floor. Dimitri was knocked out in the chair, Cleo on Cloud Shwiney, and me just about to go crazy. We had been playing Go Fish non-stop for 7 hours. I was about to kill.
"Go fish!" Cleo smiles. Damien reaches in to pick a card and my head falls on the table. I shut my eyes to go to sleep. Damien throws his cards on the table and it hits my face.
"I can't take this anymore! I need to get out of here!!!!!!" Damien screams.
"You act like we are in jail," I mumble.
"I think this is a jail cell!" Damien exaggerates. Dimitri wakes up.
"Dammit, shut up. You sound like a nine year old," Dimitri hisses.
"Damien doesn't care," Damien yells back.
"No one talks in third person but Cleo," Cleo snaps out of it.
"Oh shut it and go back to Shwiney World you witch," Damien retorts.
"The shwiney powers are gonna..." Cleo gets mad.
"Dammit, shut up!" Dimitri screams.
"ALL OF YOU, SHUT UP!!!!!" I yell. I use the power of air to force them all back into chairs on separate rows. I take a breather to calm down and when I turn around to yell at them, they are all knocked out sleep.
"Dumbass," Damien murmurs.
"Shwiney," Cleo whispers.
"If that's all I had to do, I should of done that earlier," I whisper to myself.
I settle down in my chair and wrap a blanket around myself. Ahh, this is what you call comfortable. I was just about to drift off to sleep when I hear a plate crash behind me. When I look back, furious with anger, I see a little girl.
"Kira? I thought Cleo made you vanish?" I say.
"Kira? Who's Kira?" the girl asks.
"Wait a second. Who in the world are you?" I ask.
"My name is March. I'm Alagretto's sister," the girl says brightly.
"Why....wait how did you get up here?" I ask.
"Easy. The baggage compartment thingamajig was open so I climbed through," March smiles.
"Does your brother know that you are here?" I ask.
"Well, umm..." March stutters. I look at Dimitri, Damien, and Cleo. They should be okay. Riza would be coming back any moment now.
"Come on. I'm taking you home," I say.
"No! I wanna stay here!" March whines.
"And your family? What will they say about it? They will want to know where you are and everything! You can't just leave them like this," I say.
"Fine..." March mutters.
"Good girl," I pat her on the head. I grab her wrist and jump out the plane.
"What is your address?" I ask.
"593 Hickory Lane," March mumbles. I run to the information booth at the airport.
"Do you know where 593 Hickory Lane is?" I ask.
"On the other side of town," the attendant informs. The other side of town! How did this kid get here anyway?
"Brother knew a shortcut and I know it by heart. Let's go! Follow me!" March goes in front of me. I try to protest, but forget about it and walk behind.
I could tell this was the cat's way around everywhere. Walking on top of walls, jumping through trees. How did Alagretto live his life everyday when he was a kid?
"It's this way! No wait, this way!" March points in fifty-million directions.
"March? Please don't tell me..." I put my head in my hands and sigh of frustration.
"We're lost!" March confirms.
"That's just great..." I mumble. Sighing, I trudge down the alley in hopes of making it to an actual street, but this alley really seemed like a never-ending maze.
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The S.T.F. Files, Book 1: S.T.F.
Acak***UNEDITED. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK*** 6 kids The government Several Murderers And the fight for survival This is the Specially Talented Force Riza never wanted any of this. She just wanted a life different from the one she has now. Aly wanted a...
